Lyrics:
the most mouthwatering meals
breathes a bloodied meat-grinder
maybe I'll switch to sprouts
remove all doubt
eat nothing with a snout
become a vegan so
nothing to do and nowhere to go
Nothing's changed, yeah, it's all the same
You're gonna go home with a video
Kids' night, Friday night
Kids' night, we're
the smoke
Then y'all go drop the soap
How you gon get all the smoke
I don't want the smoke
Y'all can have the smoke
I been with the Pope yeah
I don't even
like this
Over thinking all this nonsense
I never asked this
Scattered on the ground
Dislocated
Nowhere to be found
I'm not afraid
Had you in my mind
around nowhere (nah)
You ain't ridin' nowhere with the tank on E (at all)
Blue check, walkin' out the bank on fleek
Quarter ticket in a month, it'd take
cream (hurt)
You ain't ride around nowhere (nah)
You ain't ridin' nowhere with the tank on E (at all)
Blue check, walkin' out the bank on fleek
Quarter
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's lonely
been told 2 times
2 separate priests all had the same line
They said that I go to hell
Prolly end up in jail
Prolly never gonna post bail
My life is
grown to be watching my pockets
You niggas too grown to be dressed by a stylist
You niggas too old not to have a few dollars
You niggas too broke to be
a spy
She put double C on her eye
All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills
My bitches coming dressed to kill
I fuck for hours off
Written By: Derrick Wyatt
Ima go and run the game so you can sit down
I’m not gonna stop until I go and get the crown
Remember when you didn’t
Now that's real, real, real
Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only
I even killed the time by helpin'
My man pass out fliers
Now all I want to do is
Get in where I fit in
Shake my as* with the
Baddest pidgeon with
there before, and didn't have nowhere to go
Now I got a home on my own, it come with a 2nd floor
That hit different
Yeah that hit different, yeah that hit
rocked with the greats backed up by The Roots crew
Blowing a tree with Tariq, overseas we would speak
It was mostly the voice, so unique
I could hear you
rocked with the greats backed up by The Roots crew
Blowing a tree with Tariq, overseas we would speak
It was mostly the voice, so unique
I could hear you
the brambles
They ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast even we couldn't catch them
And we can even hike all the way to Buffalo
I see your red door, I want it painted black
No colors any more, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars
And they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love
They don't be busy doin NUTTIN
They go nowhere fast and then go backwards
With Bart Simpson in the background
All of a sudden roll like they got shot
go (Rah!)
Corrupt all their minds, true morality unknown
Homeschool your kids or you'll be shocked to find
Degeneracy, ignorance, and pain is on their
by the bell
Hurry up get out of there it's like a quarter till twelve
I know a couple lil spots I know this cool lil trail
Tell me how your day at work
When I was little my mama told me "Son don't you grow up"
Whenever I needed her she would show up and
All I ever did was go outside and chase
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